MainNovelChapter 190 A few days later.
Manley arrived at the Viridis Medical Institute, carrying the card Citrine had given him.
This time, he had no trouble getting in. No one stopped him at the door, and the staff at the research center greeted him with unusual warmth.
"Mr. Carmichael, please wait inside. Our director will be with you shortly," one of the staff members said, ushering him into a comfortable lounge. Before leaving, they thoughtfully brewed him a cup of premium tea reserved for honored guests. "Thank you." Manley's expression stayed calm, but inside, he was buzzing with excitement.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtA dying man always longs for a miracle.
After a short wait, Patten arrived.
When he saw Manley, Patten immediately bent down a little and extended his hand. "Mr. Carmichael, it's a pleasure to finally meet you." "Dean Reed, it's good to see you," Manley replied, shaking Patten's hand. He studied Patten, surprised by the brightness in the director's eyes.
Patten recalled what Citrine had told him over the phone, and quickly apologized. "I'm so sorry about before. We didn't know you had a connection with Citrine, so the staff had you wait in line. They were just following protocol- I hope you won't hold it against us." He felt a little nervous, knowing now that Manley was Citrine's uncle. If he'd known sooner, he never would have let the staff put Manley through the usual procedures. Patten's attitude was almost deferential, anxious not to offend.
Manley was taken aback by Patten's politeness. He knew Patten was a friend of Citrine's, but this level of respect seemed almost excessive.
Still, Manley didn't dwell on it. He gave Patten a polite nod. "It's no problem." Patten let out a sigh of relief and continued, "Citrine's already filledin on your situation. Rest assured, we've arranged for the institute's top physician to handle your case." He gestured for a nurse to bring the doctor in. "This is the doctor who'll be overseeing your treatment," Patten said, turning to Manley.
Manley nodded politely at the newcomer.
Patten quickly made the introduction. "Dr. Parrish, please begin your examination of Mr. Carmichael." In truth, Citrine had already reviewed Manley's condition and devised the best treatment plan. But since she didn't want her involvement revealed just yet, Patten had to go through the motions. As far as he was concerned, no one in the medical field was more capable than Citrine.
Dr. Parrish knelt beside Manley, rolling up his pant leg. He pressed gently on the injured limb, asked a few questions about his symptoms, and soon confirmed that Manley's situation matched Citrine's earlier description exactly. The doctor's respect for Manley and his mysterious connections-grew.
"Mr. Carmichael, you're in luck. You cjust in time; your leg can still be saved." "Really?" For a moment, Manley could hardly believe what he was hearing.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmDr. Parrish nodded. "Absolutely. At our center, we only take on cases we're confident we can cure. If we accept a patient, there's a ninety-nine percent chance of full recovery." Manley could barely contain his excitement.
After years of fruitless treatment and endless disappointment he was finally seeing a glimmer of hope.
"Mr. Carmichael, we've already prepared a VIP suite for you. You can ite for you move in and begin treatment whenever you're ready," Patten assured him. "Could I start tomorrow?" Manley asked eagerly.
"Of course," Patten replied with a warm smile.
The very next day, Manley packed his things and moved in.
He was desperate to begin treatment. Years in a wheelchair had been a living nightmare he often felt less like a man and more like a worm crawling through the gutter. Now, for the first tin years, he finally dared to hope.
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